they were free, I nearly flung them off the bed, but he caught them at the last second and wrenched a long packet of condoms from the pocket.
His smile was brief but wide and pleased, and I found myself laughing softly. He paused, his gaze darting over my face. “Fuck, you are so pretty, Em.”
Simple words that struck deep within my heart. As soon as he rolled the condom over his thick length, I pulled him down to me, wanting to feel his strength and weight on me. Wanting to be surrounded by him.
The hot crown of his cock notched against my sex, and we both stopped, our gazes clashing.
“Em.”
I knew what he meant. This felt different. This felt like more than sex. He didn’t look away as he slowly pushed into me, all that hot girth making itself at home.
I moaned and spread my legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good I could barely breathe through it all.
Lucian dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. “God. God. You feel . . .” He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling me completely.
I closed my eyes, my hands smoothing over his damp back. “So good, Lucian. So good.”
That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into me, kissing my mouth, whispering how much he needed this, how much he wanted me. I grew incandescent with it, heat licking through me in waves.
Lucian fucked like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon we were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wanting to prolong it.
“I don’t want it to end,” he said against my mouth. But then he canted his hips, hitting that spot that lit me up and made me scream.
There was no more finesse, no more drawing it out. Just basic rutting, fucking each other like we might die and not get another chance. And when he came, I stared up at him, at those muscles straining, his wintergreen eyes gleaming in lust and surprise, as though he couldn’t quite believe how good it was.
Neither could I. Because it had never been like this.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Emma
“God, I needed that.”
Lying against Lucian’s damp chest, I felt his body clench in surprise just before a hearty laugh burst out of him, shaking the bed. I smiled against his skin and cuddled closer. For having such a hard body, he was wonderfully comfortable to hold.
Smiling wide, he turned until we were facing. His winter eyes were warm now, and his smile grew. “Oh, you did, huh?”
Unable to stop touching him, I trailed my fingers across the elegant line of his collarbone. “You sound surprised. Did you doubt your ability to please me, Brick?”
Quick as a flash, he captured my hand and nipped my fingertips. I yelped, even though it didn’t hurt, and he grinned again. “If I had failed, I would have tried harder the next time.”
I edged closer, and my breasts brushing against his chest sent a luxuriant shiver along my body. “Such selfless dedication.”
Lucian’s gaze grew slumberous as his hand slid over my shoulder to cup my neck. “Give it your all, or go home.”
“Good motto.” I traced the rise of his biceps. Lord, but the man had nice arms—muscled without being obnoxious.
He hummed in agreement. “Practice makes perfect and all that.”
When I snickered, he pulled me completely against him. Skin to skin. His voice dipped a register. “I needed it too.” Light but lingering kisses peppered my temple, my cheek. He was all around me, warm and firm, the scent of burnt sugar and musky sex.
I closed my eyes, wrapped my arm around his neck. My tongue flicked over the hard cap of his shoulder to take a tiny taste of his salty skin. Lucian shivered, hummed deep within his throat.
“Give me five minutes,” he rasped, nuzzling my hair, “and we’ll practice some more.”
“Five minutes?” I teased, my voice slow like honey.
“Woman,” he complained into the hollow of my throat, “you had me three times in a row. Give a man some rest.”
I laughed, happiness bubbling within me. We were new lovers, but it felt as though we’d always been together. Not in the way of me wanting him—that felt so new and strong I wondered if I’d ever get enough of him to ease my thirst. But in how easy it was to be with him. How fun. I could not recall sex being fun.